[fic] Genderbender
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shannys_cornerTitle: Genderbender
Original Thread: here
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kiyala
Word Count: 1854
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Klavier Gavin (only not)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: genderbent females going at it
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: This anon suddenly needs, after a brief OOC conversation with her girlfriend about boobs...
..
..
klavier/daryan. only..
klara/deanne? daryana? ... idk, make up a name, anon. be creative!
femmeslash, please. the same gritty, dirty, sex-driven characterization that they always have, only with tits and vaginas.
“A five-star room for the two of us with ten minute’s notice,” Diane says disbelievingly. “…I’ve known you for what, ten years now, and I still can’t believe how many guys will do whatever you ask. Just because you’re a rock goddess with amazing tits.”
Klara smirks from the door, shutting it behind her and placing her handbag on top of the suitcases the bellboy had brought up for them. “It’s all necessary, of course. We needed a room for a week in New York. It’s all for the band.”
“Just had to be this room in particular, right?” Diane asks, grinning. “You sentimental loser.”
“I don’t see you complaining,” Klara shoots back, opening the door to the balcony and walking outside. Diane doesn’t reply, but follows her onto the balcony. They stand there in silence for a moment before Diane wraps an arm around Klara’s waist and pulls her close.
“Just ‘cause we had our first kiss here.”
“The night after our first interstate concert.”
“You were off your face.”
“Heh, you say it like you weren’t. But I knew what I was doing. Didn’t even miss. Can’t say the same for you when you tried to kiss me back, though.”
“Hey, made up for it the day after, didn’t I?”
“Ja, that you did. Made my hangover a little easier to deal with.”
Diane leans a little closer to Klara, lips travelling over her jaw and down her neck. Klara turns, seeking Diane’s lips and the dark-haired woman tilts her head away with an amused look in her eyes.
“We’d better go inside first,” she murmurs, taking Klara by the hand and leading her inside. The blonde is patient as Diane shuts the balcony door and draws the blinds and curtains. Away from the invisible but ever-present eyes of the paparazzi.
They turn to each other again and Klara steps forward, lips seeking lips once more. Diane moves away in the last minute, pressing her lips to Klara’s neck again. Diane’s hands come up, settling on Klara’s shoulders for a moment and then sliding down to rest over her breasts. Klara’s back hits the wall and she wants to hiss for Diane to come back up and kiss her on the mouth, except the other woman chooses that exact moment to kiss down the V-neck of the tight purple top she’s wearing, tongue flicking out and making Klara want something different; something more.
She arches a little, not at all subtle in the way she pushes her breasts towards Diane’s face. Klara’s back hits the wall with a soft thud, Diane’s long fingers pulling the sleeves of her shirt down her arms. Klara’s bra is black with silver trim, Diane traces its outline with her tongue before kissing the blonde’s collarbone.
“Damn it, Diane,” Klara mutters, frustrated. “You’re taking this far too slow.”
Diane pulls away with a grin, pulling Klara across the room.
“What are you doing? I’m running out of patience—”
“Calm down, Princess,” Diane mutters, pushing Klara up against the kitchen bench, helping her sit on it. “I just wanted to make this a little easier.”
Klara doesn’t have the time to reply before Diane reaches around to undo her bra, licking her lips as her eyes wander over the blonde’s breasts. Klara feels breathless just in anticipation, sighing when she feels Diane’s mouth on her.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, placing her hand on the back of the other’s neck, holding her close. She spreads her legs, hooking them on either side of Diane’s hips and the dark-haired woman snorts.
“You’re wearing a G-string with that hideously short leather skirt? What did you do to convince the hotel management to let us have this room—bend over?”
“Jealous?”
“What the hell do you think?” Diane shoots back, slipping one of her hands under Klara’s skirt and trailing her fingers along the blonde’s inner thigh. She looks into the other’s eyes before looking away again. “Yes.”
Klara leans forward, letting out a sound of irritation when she can’t reach Diane’s lips. “Kiss me, damn it.”
“Like this?” Diane asks, taking her hand out of Klara’s skirt and shifting so their lips are almost touching. She moves away when Klara leans forward.
“Bitch,” Klara mutters. She holds the sides of Diane’s face, holding her still and kissing her hard. Their lips part and their tongues meet, moving against each other until they break the kiss to pant for breath. Klara rests her forehead against Diane’s. “Like that.”
The dark-haired woman grins, her hands rubbing over Klara’s breasts as their lips meet again. Klara wraps her legs around Diane even tighter, moaning softly. She helps Diane take both of their tops off and her hands settle on the other’s bra, ready to pull it off.
Diane moves her lips away from Klara’s, kissing down her body and then glancing up. “How about we move to the bed?”
She barely needs to wait for a response. They push and pull each other towards the bedroom and Diane pushes Klara down on the bed before crawling on top of her. Their bodies rub against each other – Diane makes sure of it – and it makes Klara spread her legs even more, wordlessly begging for what she wants.
Diane pushes the leather skirt up and out of the way, hooking her fingers over Klara’s underwear and pulling it down. She pauses and then takes Klara’s completely top off for good measure, followed by the skirt.
Diane starts at Klara’s mouth, kissing and nibbling on the full lips, fucking the blonde’s mouth with her tongue until she is rewarded with a moan. She moves down, kissing Klara’s throat, sucking on her collarbone and taking the large, tanned breasts into her hands.
“Mmmh!” Klara cannot hold back the pleasured gasp as she feels Diane’s warm mouth and tongue on her nipples, teasing one before moving onto the other, letting her long fingers take over in her mouth’s place. Her legs wrap around Diane a little tighter as she arches up into the wet warmth.
“Diane,” her voice is husky as she moans. Her hands are in her lover’s dark hair, torn between keeping her there or pushing her further down.
The dark-haired woman laughs softly, warm breath tickling wet skin. She kisses her way further down and Klara’s entire body tenses in anticipation. Diane’s fingers slip between the folds and she arches a brow, smirking up at Klara.
“You’re already so nice and wet for me,” she murmurs before licking her fingers and dipping her head so her tongue can tease Klara’s clit.
“Oh god, yes…” Klara moans loudly, biting her lip and arching again. Her breath hitches when she feels Diane’s fingers returning to slide into her. Just one, all the way in to the knuckle before Diane adds another, steadily pulling them out to push them back in.
Klara can’t keep her hips from moving. She thrusts against Diane’s fingers, against her mouth. One hand goes down to hold onto Diane’s hair again, the other pinching and rubbing one of her nipples.
Encouraged by the moans she is drawing out of the other woman, Diane grins and adds another finger and moves them faster. She lifts her head, flicking her hair out of the way so she can watch Klara’s face. The tanned body is flushed, shining with sweat and Klara’s lips are wet as she bites and sucks on them in her futile attempts to remain silent.
“Yes, yes, just like that!” Klara’s hand moves away from Diane’s head, rubbing her own clit desperately as her hips jerk.
The guitarist moves her fingers faster, curling them, pushing them as far as they will go and dipping her head to assist with her tongue.
“Yessss, oh yess, Diane!” Klara screams, her hips lifting off the bed. Diane moans quietly, appreciating the sight before her. Panting, Klara slowly lowers her legs back onto the mattress and pulls the other woman up into a deep kiss.
“Enjoy yourself, princess?” Diane asks with a grin. She buries her face against Klara’s neck, biting down on it.
“My turn,” Klara says breathlessly and sits up. Diane gets off her so she can stand, albeit a little shakily. She returns to the room carrying her handbag.
“…Klara?”
“I knew it’d be better if I put this in here rather than having to dig through our suitcases for it,” the blonde says, taking out her vibrator. Theirs, really. She walks to the bed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “On your back, baby.”
Diane doesn’t argue and Klara sets the vibrator down on the bed, focusing on undoing the other woman’s pants. They’re pulled off, along with Diane’s underwear. Impatient, Diane takes off her own top and bra, dumping them on the floor beside the bed.
“Suck,” Klara commands, kneeling over Diane and holding the vibrator to the other’s mouth. “Just like you’d suck a cock.”
Diane glares, but sucks regardless. Klara moans softly, taking in the sight before pulling it away and kissing her.
“Are you ready?”
“Do it,” Diane replies, her tone contradicting her patient expression.
Smirking, Klara holds the vibrator against Diane’s inner thigh before turning it on. She slowly slid it closer to Diane’s entrance, taking in every subtle change in the dark-haired woman’s expression. Her free hand spread Diane’s legs further apart, then going to spread the folds of her pussy apart to expose her clit.
“Fuck yes,” Diane gasps as she feels the vibrator against her clit, pressing and rubbing against her in all the right ways. She presses her head back into the pillow beneath it and moans quietly. “Mmm, Klara.”
“You like that, baby?” Klara murmured, pressing the tip against Diane’s entrance. “You want me to push it in? To fuck you nice and hard with it?”
“Before I get up and do it to you,” Diane growls, but her voice lacks the edge it usually has.
Klara pushes it deeper into Diane, smiling at the low moan she receives in response. Slowly pulling it out and back in, she lets Diane adjust to the sensation before speeding up.
“Fuck!” Diane writhes, her hands gripping the bed sheets, the pillows, anything they can hold onto. Her entire upper body lifts off the bed, her head falling back. “Fuck—just like that—mm, yessss.”
But Klara still isn’t satisfied. She leans forward, taking one of Diane’s breasts into her mouth to suck, tease and nibble. Diane’s moans increase a pitch and she begins jerking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, Klara, stop it before I go insane!”
Usually, the words would tempt the blonde to push her lover’s limit and see just how wild she could go. But the fact that they are in a hotel room holds her back and she pulls the vibrator out and turns it off, leaving it on the mattress before leaning over to kiss Diane.
“Good?”
“Hell yeah,” Diane replies, still breathless. She pulls Klara down and they catch their breath together for a moment before Diane turns her head and smirks.
“A whole week’s worth of sex like this? This trip’s going to be awesome.”
x
Original Thread: here
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1854
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Klavier Gavin (only not)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: genderbent females going at it
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: This anon suddenly needs, after a brief OOC conversation with her girlfriend about boobs...
..
..
klavier/daryan. only..
klara/deanne? daryana? ... idk, make up a name, anon. be creative!
femmeslash, please. the same gritty, dirty, sex-driven characterization that they always have, only with tits and vaginas.
“A five-star room for the two of us with ten minute’s notice,” Diane says disbelievingly. “…I’ve known you for what, ten years now, and I still can’t believe how many guys will do whatever you ask. Just because you’re a rock goddess with amazing tits.”
Klara smirks from the door, shutting it behind her and placing her handbag on top of the suitcases the bellboy had brought up for them. “It’s all necessary, of course. We needed a room for a week in New York. It’s all for the band.”
“Just had to be this room in particular, right?” Diane asks, grinning. “You sentimental loser.”
“I don’t see you complaining,” Klara shoots back, opening the door to the balcony and walking outside. Diane doesn’t reply, but follows her onto the balcony. They stand there in silence for a moment before Diane wraps an arm around Klara’s waist and pulls her close.
“Just ‘cause we had our first kiss here.”
“The night after our first interstate concert.”
“You were off your face.”
“Heh, you say it like you weren’t. But I knew what I was doing. Didn’t even miss. Can’t say the same for you when you tried to kiss me back, though.”
“Hey, made up for it the day after, didn’t I?”
“Ja, that you did. Made my hangover a little easier to deal with.”
Diane leans a little closer to Klara, lips travelling over her jaw and down her neck. Klara turns, seeking Diane’s lips and the dark-haired woman tilts her head away with an amused look in her eyes.
“We’d better go inside first,” she murmurs, taking Klara by the hand and leading her inside. The blonde is patient as Diane shuts the balcony door and draws the blinds and curtains. Away from the invisible but ever-present eyes of the paparazzi.
They turn to each other again and Klara steps forward, lips seeking lips once more. Diane moves away in the last minute, pressing her lips to Klara’s neck again. Diane’s hands come up, settling on Klara’s shoulders for a moment and then sliding down to rest over her breasts. Klara’s back hits the wall and she wants to hiss for Diane to come back up and kiss her on the mouth, except the other woman chooses that exact moment to kiss down the V-neck of the tight purple top she’s wearing, tongue flicking out and making Klara want something different; something more.
She arches a little, not at all subtle in the way she pushes her breasts towards Diane’s face. Klara’s back hits the wall with a soft thud, Diane’s long fingers pulling the sleeves of her shirt down her arms. Klara’s bra is black with silver trim, Diane traces its outline with her tongue before kissing the blonde’s collarbone.
“Damn it, Diane,” Klara mutters, frustrated. “You’re taking this far too slow.”
Diane pulls away with a grin, pulling Klara across the room.
“What are you doing? I’m running out of patience—”
“Calm down, Princess,” Diane mutters, pushing Klara up against the kitchen bench, helping her sit on it. “I just wanted to make this a little easier.”
Klara doesn’t have the time to reply before Diane reaches around to undo her bra, licking her lips as her eyes wander over the blonde’s breasts. Klara feels breathless just in anticipation, sighing when she feels Diane’s mouth on her.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, placing her hand on the back of the other’s neck, holding her close. She spreads her legs, hooking them on either side of Diane’s hips and the dark-haired woman snorts.
“You’re wearing a G-string with that hideously short leather skirt? What did you do to convince the hotel management to let us have this room—bend over?”
“Jealous?”
“What the hell do you think?” Diane shoots back, slipping one of her hands under Klara’s skirt and trailing her fingers along the blonde’s inner thigh. She looks into the other’s eyes before looking away again. “Yes.”
Klara leans forward, letting out a sound of irritation when she can’t reach Diane’s lips. “Kiss me, damn it.”
“Like this?” Diane asks, taking her hand out of Klara’s skirt and shifting so their lips are almost touching. She moves away when Klara leans forward.
“Bitch,” Klara mutters. She holds the sides of Diane’s face, holding her still and kissing her hard. Their lips part and their tongues meet, moving against each other until they break the kiss to pant for breath. Klara rests her forehead against Diane’s. “Like that.”
The dark-haired woman grins, her hands rubbing over Klara’s breasts as their lips meet again. Klara wraps her legs around Diane even tighter, moaning softly. She helps Diane take both of their tops off and her hands settle on the other’s bra, ready to pull it off.
Diane moves her lips away from Klara’s, kissing down her body and then glancing up. “How about we move to the bed?”
She barely needs to wait for a response. They push and pull each other towards the bedroom and Diane pushes Klara down on the bed before crawling on top of her. Their bodies rub against each other – Diane makes sure of it – and it makes Klara spread her legs even more, wordlessly begging for what she wants.
Diane pushes the leather skirt up and out of the way, hooking her fingers over Klara’s underwear and pulling it down. She pauses and then takes Klara’s completely top off for good measure, followed by the skirt.
Diane starts at Klara’s mouth, kissing and nibbling on the full lips, fucking the blonde’s mouth with her tongue until she is rewarded with a moan. She moves down, kissing Klara’s throat, sucking on her collarbone and taking the large, tanned breasts into her hands.
“Mmmh!” Klara cannot hold back the pleasured gasp as she feels Diane’s warm mouth and tongue on her nipples, teasing one before moving onto the other, letting her long fingers take over in her mouth’s place. Her legs wrap around Diane a little tighter as she arches up into the wet warmth.
“Diane,” her voice is husky as she moans. Her hands are in her lover’s dark hair, torn between keeping her there or pushing her further down.
The dark-haired woman laughs softly, warm breath tickling wet skin. She kisses her way further down and Klara’s entire body tenses in anticipation. Diane’s fingers slip between the folds and she arches a brow, smirking up at Klara.
“You’re already so nice and wet for me,” she murmurs before licking her fingers and dipping her head so her tongue can tease Klara’s clit.
“Oh god, yes…” Klara moans loudly, biting her lip and arching again. Her breath hitches when she feels Diane’s fingers returning to slide into her. Just one, all the way in to the knuckle before Diane adds another, steadily pulling them out to push them back in.
Klara can’t keep her hips from moving. She thrusts against Diane’s fingers, against her mouth. One hand goes down to hold onto Diane’s hair again, the other pinching and rubbing one of her nipples.
Encouraged by the moans she is drawing out of the other woman, Diane grins and adds another finger and moves them faster. She lifts her head, flicking her hair out of the way so she can watch Klara’s face. The tanned body is flushed, shining with sweat and Klara’s lips are wet as she bites and sucks on them in her futile attempts to remain silent.
“Yes, yes, just like that!” Klara’s hand moves away from Diane’s head, rubbing her own clit desperately as her hips jerk.
The guitarist moves her fingers faster, curling them, pushing them as far as they will go and dipping her head to assist with her tongue.
“Yessss, oh yess, Diane!” Klara screams, her hips lifting off the bed. Diane moans quietly, appreciating the sight before her. Panting, Klara slowly lowers her legs back onto the mattress and pulls the other woman up into a deep kiss.
“Enjoy yourself, princess?” Diane asks with a grin. She buries her face against Klara’s neck, biting down on it.
“My turn,” Klara says breathlessly and sits up. Diane gets off her so she can stand, albeit a little shakily. She returns to the room carrying her handbag.
“…Klara?”
“I knew it’d be better if I put this in here rather than having to dig through our suitcases for it,” the blonde says, taking out her vibrator. Theirs, really. She walks to the bed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “On your back, baby.”
Diane doesn’t argue and Klara sets the vibrator down on the bed, focusing on undoing the other woman’s pants. They’re pulled off, along with Diane’s underwear. Impatient, Diane takes off her own top and bra, dumping them on the floor beside the bed.
“Suck,” Klara commands, kneeling over Diane and holding the vibrator to the other’s mouth. “Just like you’d suck a cock.”
Diane glares, but sucks regardless. Klara moans softly, taking in the sight before pulling it away and kissing her.
“Are you ready?”
“Do it,” Diane replies, her tone contradicting her patient expression.
Smirking, Klara holds the vibrator against Diane’s inner thigh before turning it on. She slowly slid it closer to Diane’s entrance, taking in every subtle change in the dark-haired woman’s expression. Her free hand spread Diane’s legs further apart, then going to spread the folds of her pussy apart to expose her clit.
“Fuck yes,” Diane gasps as she feels the vibrator against her clit, pressing and rubbing against her in all the right ways. She presses her head back into the pillow beneath it and moans quietly. “Mmm, Klara.”
“You like that, baby?” Klara murmured, pressing the tip against Diane’s entrance. “You want me to push it in? To fuck you nice and hard with it?”
“Before I get up and do it to you,” Diane growls, but her voice lacks the edge it usually has.
Klara pushes it deeper into Diane, smiling at the low moan she receives in response. Slowly pulling it out and back in, she lets Diane adjust to the sensation before speeding up.
“Fuck!” Diane writhes, her hands gripping the bed sheets, the pillows, anything they can hold onto. Her entire upper body lifts off the bed, her head falling back. “Fuck—just like that—mm, yessss.”
But Klara still isn’t satisfied. She leans forward, taking one of Diane’s breasts into her mouth to suck, tease and nibble. Diane’s moans increase a pitch and she begins jerking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, Klara, stop it before I go insane!”
Usually, the words would tempt the blonde to push her lover’s limit and see just how wild she could go. But the fact that they are in a hotel room holds her back and she pulls the vibrator out and turns it off, leaving it on the mattress before leaning over to kiss Diane.
“Good?”
“Hell yeah,” Diane replies, still breathless. She pulls Klara down and they catch their breath together for a moment before Diane turns her head and smirks.
“A whole week’s worth of sex like this? This trip’s going to be awesome.”
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